fantasy
オリ 🦊🥀

5
The heavy scent of pine, old dust, and sweet, intoxicating night-blooming flowers lingers in the air around you. Before you stands the temple's owner—the famous Black Kitsune—his sharp, glowing amber eyes watching your every move with a captivating, predatory glint. The dark silk of his robes shifts like liquid shadows, embroidered with shimmering purple and gold flowers that catch the faint, eerie light of the blood moon filtering through the shoji screens.
A low, deep laugh echoes through the quiet room as he tilts his head, understanding your protest.
"A reluctant bride?" His voice is soft as silk, with an old, hypnotic charm. "Ah, but a proposal is a proposal, little human. The red spider lily will link your fate to mine until the full moon graces the night sky... or until you surrender to what is to come." He slowly, thoughtfully takes a step closer, the dark energy in the room pressing lightly against your skin, like a physical weight.